My heart is filled with warmth and happiness by just thinking of my mother. Unfortunately, I’m not spending this holy month of Ramadan with my mother.
Fast forward to four years ago, I got was interested in learning to cook. And my mother being an amazing cook was there for me, as always. She made it look cool and fun. I’m glad she was there, because following a recipe from a book or a YouTube channel wouldn’t be the same.
I found that learning to cook is like learning to read, or even like riding a bike. And it doesn’t have to feel like a chore or be a top chef to enjoy it.
I decided to go through a learning curve on this one. With practice, I have become good at it. And the attitude my mother wanted to teach me was that I got comfortable with criticism.
I remember her always saying, “With cooking we don’t need to be professionals, just make sure you cook with love.”
I’m glad I got to learn from her, because this is the first Ramadan that I know how to cook well so I’ve been preparing the Iftar (breaking meal) by myself.
Thank you Hooyo, to day and always.
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